SEAN SLAUGHTER - Street Corner Catz lyrics

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[Verse 1:]

It be that verse spittin' minister, changin' fractions to integers

The Spirit cringe in us, 'til we crack shackles from prisoners

You rap about the girls, gats, and drugs you administer

I spit about King Elohim, came to sentence ya

Cuff and arrest ya, with peace that passes all intelligence

You a player in the world, but in the spirit celibate

Yeah that flow is phatt, but it's not Christ so it's irrelevant

I'm in the street pedaling his Word, life is delicate

So I don't play, when it comes to issues of my lifestyle

And realize, you don't get to heaven cause of nice smiles

And good grades, even if ya drank a thang of Gatorade

You still haven't got enough juice to walk the path the savior paved

Time is tickin' while you chase the fame, embrace the game

Man the stakes the same, got prison digits, tryin' to make a name

Ever since I met the Savior; saved, thon it ain't the same

And when I shout Jesus Christ, the earth shakes, it hates the name

Hate's the God that gave the greatest gift, just to take the blame

Either suffer for peace, or you can chill and bait the flame

You say I'm crazy, man that cat ain't bright, he ain't talking sane

It all good, a thousand years from now, still no walking cane

This is for the gangs, for the clicks, for the crews

Who got nothing to lose and dish out the good news

Street corner catz, preaching the Word up in ya habitat

And won't stop until you rattle cats, now where's the battle at (2X)

[Verse 2:]

Played the game, pounds of trees, forty dogs and robberies

And when it came to women, hit and leave was my famous steez

One day God our Father brought me crashing to my knees

Saying please, Lord take my heart from this pagan freeze

I heard the Lord say, stay at ease I knew this day would come

Accept me in ya heart and go from relative to closest son

And kid, I'm a make you close to none, only close to one

The time for Christ is really close to come, then it's closed and done

So now I live for the chosen one, check the resemblance

The only difference, I went from, sandals to Timberlands

The Holy Spirit still living in, still rekindling

Never dwindling, I got a mass like the minutemen

Total revelation coupled with the raw action, check my whole faction

Spirit of God, baby we all packin'

Unbelievable this all happened, now I grip Christ like trucks with all traction

Thirst for him, its called passion

Word life, word to J.Christ, I'm on my third life

Now its personal, not ya everyday church life

I felt the heat when I ignored the light, won't get burnt twice

But most are incomplete like cilo minus the third die

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[Verse 3:]

My third eye which is my mind's eye, focused on El shadie

Who else would die for my sins and leave his rights unexercised

While we focus on a Lex and thighs, gram cake and pies

Awaken high, multiple kids and still taken guys

Still letting the cat with the most dough, take the prize

It makes him cry, make his hate the devil and his bait of lies

His fate alies, in a pool of flames, soon we'll see who will reign

So I count my troubles as gain

If Christ had to suffer I say double the pain

Less of me and more of him, yo, that's double the gain

Jesus Christ I bubble the name, sport it like rocks

On a Rolex, praying that you cats would wanna swap

From ya fake movado, that street corner motto

That ya rather pack gats, son, and play Soprano

And put ya trust in ya homeboy like Sam Gravano

That's like rolling dice broke, son, or playing lotto

What's the reasoning, that you keep the Holy Ghost from breezing in

He called me the salt of earth, stay seasoning

Stay appeasing him for lost sheep who fell and lost sleep

Hold ya head, worship him, and keep ya praise lofty

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